Here Kitty, Kitty! (27 page)

Biting back a sob of rage, she again buried her head in her pillow.

“Oh, don’t worry, Sugar.  We have plenty of time for me to find out what every part of your body feels like.  I mean, you weren’t in a rush or anything tonight, were ya?”

***

Eighteen hours?  Twenty days?  Ten minutes?  Angie had no idea.  She lost track after the first half hour or so.  He caressed her.  Touched her.  Ran his fingers through her hair.

Then he started licking her.  He started at the instep of her left foot and just kept going from there.  Every once in a while his fingers or tongue would stray to somewhere vital.  Her pussy.  Her tits.  But stray was it.

Still, without touching any outright sexual part of her, she felt close to coming.  But dammit, not close enough.  Not nearly close enough.

Add in that she wanted him to fuck her more than life itself and he had himself one cranky Santiago.

She cursed him.  She threatened him.  His family.  His livelihood.  His manhood.  She even threatened his brother’s dog.  Nik would just give that damn chuckle she’d grown to hate while his tongue or fingers kept going.

Angie hated the man.  Hated him.  His family.  His One-Eyed Grandma.  She hated his lovely mother for birthing him.

Why didn’t she keep a hold of that rodeo clown?  She could have controlled him.  He would have been too terrified to tie her up and
not
fuck her.  And why oh why didn’t Miki put shifters on her goddamn List?

Three of his big fingers slid inside her painfully empty pussy.  “Want me to fuck you now, Sugar?”

Angie panicked. 
This is one of those trick cat questions, isn’t it
?

He pushed those fingers inside her once.  “You need to answer me.”

“Yes.”  He’d want her to beg or something wouldn’t he?  Something humiliating and demeaning to women everywhere.

“Then promise me you’ll never leave me again.”

Promise him I won’t leave
…?  “I was kidnapped…again.”

His fingers slid out of her.  “That is really not the answer I want.”

“I promise.”  Who could she possibly be trying to fool?  She’d beg him for anything now.  Do anything he wanted.  Absolutely anything to have his cock shoved inside her. 
Anything.

“I don’t think you really mean that.”  He leaned over her again, his chest pressing into her back.

“I promise, Nik.  I swear.  Anything.  Please…”

He nipped the flesh at the back of her neck.  “Please what, Sugar?”

“Please, Nik.  Please fuck me.”

He kissed her ear.  “Anything you want, Sugar.  Absolutely anything.”

Angie’s entire body slammed forward as his condom-covered cock rammed into her, her legs pulled because of the bonds.

Oh, thank God
, Angie thought desperately as her body shook and shuddered under Nik’s hard body fucking her. 
Thank God shifters aren’t on the List!

***

Nik tunneled his fingers into Angie’s silky mass of hair and snatched her head back.  His mouth descended on hers as her wet, hot pussy practically seared his cock off with its heat.  He reached under her with his free hand, gripping one of her luscious breasts.  Lord, he loved her body.  Loved how her soft skin felt under his hands.  Loved that she had hips and an ass he could truly enjoy.

He roughly thrust into her, knowing she could take it.  Knowing she loved it.  And she did.  Her delicious snatch tightening around him.  She moaned, uselessly pulling against her bonds.  He smiled as she drenched his cock.  It happened every time she fought the restraint, which just made him crazier.

The girl worked him like no one ever had.  She made him hot, made him laugh, and sometimes just pissed him the hell off.  He couldn’t imagine going back home without her.  And he had no intention of even trying.

She owned him and didn’t even know it.

Against his lips, “God dammit, Nik.  God!”

He grinned as he kissed her again, never tiring of her mouth.  And she came like that, her cries sliding down his throat, filling his heart.

Nik wanted to hold on longer for her, but he couldn’t.  Not with her pussy strangling the hell out of his dick.

He shuddered violently, pumping hard and fast as he came and came.

***

Nik dropped on top of her and the two lay like that just trying to catch their breaths.

Wow, she really did love the fucker.  She let him tie her up and she didn’t even scream.  At least, not in fear or anything.

Nik pulled himself up and out of her.  He quickly disposed of the condom and undid her bonds.  He rubbed her arms and legs to get the blood flowing.  When done, he grabbed the comforter off the floor, dragging it onto the bed and over his hips and her legs.

“You okay, Sugar?”

Angie nodded as Nik laid his head on her breasts and wrapped his arms around her waist.  He nestled down, finally letting himself relax.  She pulled her knees up a bit, allowing him to rest in the vee of her body.  Whether as cat or man, he seemed to enjoy being between her legs.

She stroked his head as the two began to fall asleep, their bodies locked together.

The perfect fit
.

So she found the bedroom door suddenly slamming open really fucking annoying.

Angie’s head snapped up as Miki stormed in.  A rifle with scope in her hands.

“Miki!”

“Hold on, Ang.”  She marched over the bed and to the window.  “This is gonna be sweet.”  Miki pushed the glass window open, her eyes locked on something.  Angie knew that look.  She got it during hunting season.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Miki steadied the rifle in her hands, aiming it at the ground below the window.  “Gettin’ myself a tiger-skin rug.”

Angie felt Nik’s body tense and knew exactly who Miki had the nerve to aim her damn rifle at.

“
Miki Marie Kendrick
!”

“Don’t yell at me when I’m aiming.  I find it distracting.”

“
Miki
!”

Sighing, she lowered the gun and turned around, “
What
?”

“Can you not see I’m a little busy?”

“But tiger-skin rug.”

“No.”

“What?  Cause of him,” she pointed at Nik who still hadn’t lifted his head off her chest.  He didn’t seem to be a man easily shaken.

But Miki was in her “zone.”  So Angie pulled out her psychotherapist voice.  Soft, lilting, and intensely calm.  “Well, that is a little awkward, don’t you think? Remember when we talked about awkward things and how you should avoid making people feel that way?”

Miki rolled her eyes, “Yes.”

“Well then…”

“Fine!”

Miki marched away from the window, back over the bed, stopping at the doorway.  She turned and glared at Nik.  “But you better stay on her good side.”  She smiled.  But it was in no way a friendly one, “Otherwise, that furry ass is mine.”

She turned to walk out, but Conall suddenly appeared.  “What are you doing?  And where did you get that rifle from?”

“Marrec sent it to me.  Nice, huh?”

He pulled it out of her hands, “I think we need more rules.”  He picked her up by the waist and walked out.

Angie let out a breath, “I am so afraid to ask what he meant by that.”

She glanced down at Nik.  The man hadn’t moved.  His head still firmly planted between her breasts.

“Comfortable, Nik?”

“Yup.”

“Well, well what do we have here?” She didn’t even hear Sara come into the room, but she’d bet money Nik had.

“Could you leave?”

“My house.”  Sara stepped closer to the bed, her arms crossed in front of her chest.  She nodded at Nik.  “Hillbilly.”

“Canine.”

Angie’s head dropped back to her pillow.  Could these shifters be more obnoxious?

“So?  Where is it?”

“Where’s what?”

“My apology?”

“For what?  Doin’ what you dogs couldn’t?”

Sara growled and Angie wondered if it would be wrong to wear bright red to either of their funerals, cause she wasn’t sure who she might kill first.

Angie looked around the room. 
Where
did
she move that bat?

She wasn’t surprised when Zach walked in. 
Why not?
  Maybe they could get the rest of the Pack, the NFL, and the entire Vienna Boy’s Choir, too, to come check out Angie naked.

Zach stood next to Sara.  “Vorislav.”

“Sheridan.”

Zach looked at his mate.  “So…we’re done?”

Sara started in surprise and she glanced at Angie.  Angie knew what Sara thought he meant.  But he couldn’t mean that.  Not Zach.  Of course, Sara would guess the worst as always and think Zach meant he was done with
her.
  Not likely.  Although what Sara put him through over the last few days…really, there was only so much a man could take.

And, as usual, Sara wasn’t about to fight for any man.  “Yeah.  Fine.  We’re done.  Whatever.”

“Good.”

He grabbed Sara and tossed her over his shoulder.

“Hey!”

“Quiet!”  He nodded to Angie.  “See you in the mornin’, Ang.”

“Night, Zach.”

“Put me down, Zacharias!”

Turning on his heel, Zach walked toward the door, his hand reaching up and slapping Sara hard on the ass.  “Don’t you
ever
freeze me out like that again.”

“Put me down!”

“I’m going to put you down.  Then I’m gonna fuck ya senseless.  And I’m not even going to care whether you enjoy it.”

Sara grabbed his ass.  “Well, I guess I’m gonna have to put up a fight then.  Hope you still have some bandages in the bathroom.”

Zach slammed the door shut, and Nik finally lifted his head from her chest, looking deep into her eyes as Sara yelled down the hallway, “Shopping tomorrow!”

“I told you, Hillbilly.  Family.”

“I see it now, Sugar.  Cause only family can embarrass you that much.”

Chapter Eighteen

Nik reached for her but his hand touched nothing but empty cotton sheets.  “Angie?”  He pushed himself up on his hands, trying to get his eyes to focus.  His body so exhausted from the last two days.  Fuckings.  Kidnappings.  More fuckings.  It took a lot out of a man.

He sniffed the air, but he caught her scent everywhere, including all over him.  “Angie?”

“What?”  She stepped out of the closet, the door partially closed and completely blocking her from his view.  She wore nothing but a pair of denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a black lace bra.  She looked good enough to eat.  His cock stirred and so did he.

“Come here.”

“Why did you call me?”

“No reason.  Just come here.”

She grinned, “Were you worried about me?”

“No.”

“Wondering where I disappeared to?”

“No.”

“Aw, Nikolai, that’s so sweet.”

“Shut up!”  He yanked the comforter over his head.  He felt her straddle his back, probably still wearing those boots.

“You are so crazy about me you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

She may be joking, but she had no idea how close to the truth she was.  “Shut up!”

She grabbed the comforter and tried to pull it off, but he held tight.  “Admit it.  You can’t fight it.”  Nope.  And he’d stopped trying.

“This conversation is pissin’ me the hell off.”

She tugged enough of the comforter away to be able to push her face in next to his.  “Say it, you big kitty.”

“No!”

She actually “tsk, tsk’d” him.  “Denial is an ugly place to live, Hillbilly.”  She leaned in and kissed Nik on the cheek.  Such an innocent, sweet touch that almost had him spontaneously coming.

How did he let this happen?  How did he let this woman get into his life and under his skin?  He blamed his father.  Yup.  Definitely his daddy’s fault.  He had defective tiger genes because of that man.  Well, at least he knew his mother would make the man suffer as much as she could possibly manage.

That had to be worth something…

***

Angie knew she should stop teasing the man.  If she kept it up, she’d probably scare him off and she wasn’t even remotely done with him or his big thighs.

Smiling, she slipped out of bed, and started to walk away, but his long arm reached out and caught her around the wrist.

“Where you goin’?”

She tugged, trying to pull her arm out of his grasp.  “Out with Sara and Mik, shopping.”

“No.  Stay.”  He pulled her onto the bed.  Giggling she turned her back to him, trying to get off the bed.  But he wrapped his big arms around her and pulled her into his body.  “Besides,” he whispered in her ear.  “I still didn’t have my breakfast.”

Angie bit her lip. 
Dammit
!  Much more of this and she’d forget all about promising anything to anybody.  But today was more than about shopping.  She needed to make sure all was right with “her girls” and to start gently easing Sara down the path to “Truce-ville.”  So, any fun with Nik would have to wait until her return.